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Mine is not so 'cute'. My brothers and all my family know me as "Smokey", a name he (who is 2 years older) stuck me with as an infant, when someone gave me a Smokey the Bear stuffed animal (we still have the bear).

My dad always called me "Ted", a version of "Ted-E-Bear" and my ex partner always called me "Poochie". So I'll answer to pretty much anything....

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"Remember my sentimental friend that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others." - The Wizard of Oz

Growing up my extended family, (maternal side), called me "Dent," which was an abbreviation of my last name. My immediate family, (well my sister and sometimes my mom), called me "Duff" which was an abbreviation of "Dufferdos," a silly name my sister gave me when she was learning how to talk.

When i was little my grandpa called me "wompus". I never knew what a wompas was until i was married with kids.A man i worked with said it was a wildcat. That there is an old song called the "The Wompas Kitty".

My grandmother calls me a number of names in yiddish I couldn't pronounce nor spell to you if I wanted to.

I'm not even sure I want to know what she means half the time. xD

I think Matty is on a mission to get everybody in the world to call me Squeak.

My teachers always like to call me Jay for some reason. Which I despise. Never call me that. xD.

My friends and the people at the veterinary clinic have started calling me variations of Mousey, Mousey Boy, Mouse Boy. xD. Depending on how *CUTESY* they feel at the moment. Haha. To the people at the front desk of my vet I am 'that kid with the mouse'. Referring to Morgan and I.

"Linda, that kid with the mouse is back!""Awww, hi! How's Morgan?"*gushgushgush*

(In retrospect, it just occured to me that they always remember the mouse's name and not mine. LMAO.)

Patsy from AbFab and Angel because I always am there to help people out.

Lately, the bar that I go to, they started called in SRB (Sneaky Rat Bastard) because of my ability to find information on people, pick locks and produce any peice of software someone needs and can not afford.

"Kreedi," to all my friends from school (way too complicated an etymology to get into); "baba," or little boy, to my mother (I'm 33); and "pooch" (also) to an ex-boyfriend. Jay

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Her finely-touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

Nicknames are great. Enjoying reading the ones people have mentioned and how the got them and in many cases don't even know how they happened. (I do have an idea about how Jan got hers but I'll leave that guess for a conversation in Montreal.) It's fun how they come about. With some whom I am close to I will add "o" or "bo" to their names like Jaybo or my sons, Benjo and Abeo.

When he was about 9, just before we went to France for the first time together, my younger son announced he wanted a nickname. With typical older brother impatience Ben, with lipcurling contempt observed, "Abe, you don't just make up a nickname." Abe persisted as was his style in general so we discussed possible nicknames. After going through a list of candidates I said since we were going to France and he liked French fries, how about "frite," so for a time he became "frite" and "mon frite." Which he enjoyed seeing listed on menus after that.

My mom used to call me "Andelah," which is kind of like a Jewish version of adding "o" or "bo." That "elah" will work if you take it on to almost any name."

Now the boys call me anything from Paw to FATHER! to plain old "Dad," but when they were little sometimes it was "Bu" or "Suz Bu." No idea where those came from. An ex used to call me Pookoh and NMN, the latter because she was amused that when filling out forms that asked for middle name she noticed that I would write "NMN," which stands for no middle name.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves.."Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?"

My Grandma always used to say to me "What a dewey"...I think it was when I did something silly or whatever. It stuck and they started just calling me Dewey. I even used it as a nickname when I was a camp counselor in high school. Of course, I used to get the "Where's Huey and Louie" comments, but had NOTHING to do with Disney ducks. As I got older, often it was just shortened to Dew.

My Grandma always used to say to me "What a dewey"...I think it was when I did something silly or whatever. It stuck and they started just calling me Dewey. I even used it as a nickname when I was a camp counselor in high school. Of course, I used to get the "Where's Huey and Louie" comments, but had NOTHING to do with Disney ducks. As I got older, often it was just shortened to Dew.

I never really had any nick names when I was growing up - unless of course you count the phrase that so often fell from my big sister's lips - "why, you little brat!"

My partner calls me Duck - because of the way I tend to waddle when my hips are sore. It's my own fault, because on bad days I used to say that I felt like a duck. It's quackers.

One of my skippers back in my fishing days used to alternate between The Onion - because I always wore so many layers of clothes and stripped them off as the day got warmer, and Fag Ash Lil - because of my habit of having a ciggy hanging out of my mouth when I was working on deck.

People around the town I live in know me as DebitheYank - yes, all run together like that - and yes, my first name is Debi but I prefer my middle name Ann.

Call me any of the above (other than Ann) and suffer the consequences.

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

We had a lightening strike the other day that fried my computer. I went and bought a new one of the weekend and have been going through DVD & CD backups of old pictures and documents that I wanted to copy over to the new computer.

In doing this, I found some letters that reminded me of two others:

Miss DaisyFarris (Beuler)

Miss Daisy, because I would always make Julie drive to our bowling league because I always tended to have way to much to drink.

Farris... My friend Amy runs a very active blog for transsexuals and she started describing what I looked like to her users as a "Farris Beuler" type guy. So Farris was another bowling team name for me.

My uncle calls me "Sprout" since I am 5'2. Although I am not green, I think standing next to him, he thinks he is the Jolly Green Giant.

My nephews who are 3 and 4 cant say my name, which is Dawn.... I am known as Aunt Dong! So that has become a pretty popular name for me these days. I looked up the meaning because my brother and sis in law get a kick out of it (these are their kids that gave me the name) The meanings are currency or in slang its a penis. Hmmmmmmm.......

My nickname for many years was "Pork". Given to me by my brother on account of my having been fat as a kid. Now, both of us in our early forties, I'm not fat and he has ballooned to Jabba The Hut-like proportions. He still called me Pork though, up until this last Christmas. We were seated at the table for Christmas dinner, and after listening to more crap than I could stand, I started staring at him until he noticed, and asked what I was staring at. I questioned why he still called me by that name when he is the one with enough extra chins that they resemble a pelicans pouch. Then Mom got into the spirit, and asked him how many fish he could fit in there. He now uses my given name. Mostly. Capt. Carl...

Junior high... "Moose". Everyone thought I could play football, I could not. Everyone thought I could play baseball, I could not. What a waste of six foot three and 200 pounds!! But I could sing and do the theater thing. Moose still stuck.. You ever see a "Gay Moose" sing broadway tunes?? I dont think so....

You couldn't possibly think I would EVER reveal my nickname to this bunch of cut throats would you? I don't care how much chocolate, liquor, gifts, or prodding you ply. I'd hate to create an International Incident behind someone feeling frisky enough to call me by that name in Canada.Can't you see that headline? .......American Woman Jailed after incident at a local bar last night.......... No way Jose'. My kids call me Mama Dukes. It's my street cred name.

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No Fear No Shame No StigmaHappiness is not getting what you want, but wanting what you have.

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

As a young girl my dad dubbed me Tish... and sometimes my brothers called me Sissy (I hated that one.)

In school the kids called me either Tish (thanks Dad) or Wonderwoman (we all had a superhero name.)

Some people called me Patty or Patsy (my godfather and uncles used this one alot) and I despised both of these names. I made it clear to not call me either, but all the kids knowing I hated it, used it anyway. Damn Kids...

The best one of all was given to me by my brother Jim and his wife Jen, and which they easily got my 4 year old nephew James to call me -- "Aunt Trish Potty Mouth" -- I wonder why in the world they would call me that? lol

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"People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is buit." Eleanor Roosevelt

Rookie- from my job at the Fire DepartmentBonzo- from International Paper. They all said I stuck to the seat of a fork lift like I was glued to it.Rudabegger- I guess because I can be down right rude at timesRoodles- that's Matty's tag on me.

Oh hell I forgot about "HotRod", that nick had different meanings depending on WHO called me that.

"...health will finally be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for." Kofi Annan

Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. Mignon McLaughlin

HIV is certainly character-building. It's made me see all of the shallow things we cling to, like ego and vanity. Of course, I'd rather have a few more T-cells and a little less character. Randy Shilts

When my sister was little (she's 35 now), she couldn't say 'brother', so she called me Brub. Somewhere along the way, my mom picked that up too. To this day, they both still call me Brub. My partner and I often call each other 'Boo' (short for BooBoo) or Dookie, which is from a Budweiser commercial.

Oh hell I forgot about "HotRod", that nick had different meanings depending on WHO called me that.

Oh REALLY? So... what are you doing this Friday night? LOL

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"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful nor conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, adaptation in A Walk To Remember

Nowadays I get Little Steve as so many of my friends are also Steve - big Steve, lil Steve, weaver, and steve.

As a kid, I had squirt ('cause i'm little), squint (cause I have squinty eyes), smiley and picollo stronzo (which is 'little shit' in Italian), and nappies or napkins (due to some kid in school not being able to say my surname, Atkins, correctly).

Oh, and there is one my family calls me, but that's between them and I.